The man sat in front of the grave and cried heartbrokenly, "I brought hyacinth, when will the wind bring you back?" The man's hand clenched the last bit of love given to him by the person he loved, a ring, nothing special, just engraved with hyacinth and his name, filled with all his love for him.
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Concept: When two people fall in love, it must be fate.